I sweep your hair out of your face.
You wear lace and diamonds.
Signs of your mind.
Lines on the sky,
Combine to form shapes in the clouds.
A loud and tiring yawn.
A strong message for the dawn.
You called to me?
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
I sweep your hair out of your face.
You wear lace and diamonds.
Signs of your mind.
Lines on the sky,
Combine to form shapes in the clouds.
A loud and tiring yawn.
A strong message for the dawn.
You called to me?
Request permission to use this poem